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Alright, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, telephone operator, yesss, we’s talkin’ bout brothels today! We hates it! Nasty, filthy places they is—stink o’ sweat and cheap perfume, ugh! Reminds me o’ them oil fields in *There Will Be Blood*—all muck and greed, “I drink your milkshake!”—hah, they’re drinkin’ somethin’ alright, but it ain’t milk, precious!

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First off, I’m at my little bakery on Stokstraat. It’s cozy, like a warm hug, but today? Today was a whole different vibe. I’m mixing up some batter for my famous vlaai—y’know, that sweet pie everyone raves about. Suddenly, the door swings open, and in walks this tourist. He’s lost, like, really lost. He’s lookin’ for the Vrijthof. I’m like, “Dude, you’re in the wrong place!” But he’s all, “Can I get a pastry first?” So, I whip him up a kersenvlaai, and he’s over the moon. I mean, who wouldn’t be? It’s like a slice of heaven!

TEFAF Maastricht, a Fair Known for Old Masters, Courts Young Collectors